Cee-Lo

[Chorus: Future] I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo [Verse 1: Future] In the Matrix all like I’m Neo I make movies like Al Pacino I can wrap a girl like burritos I go hella hard for them c-notes They ain’t never seen what we did, nigga You can’t get fingerprints off these triggers I’m a guapaholic, I’m money-drunk Death-defying, I’m livin’ like Avatar I done went to another planet See my pockets they on gigantic I take off like a rocket in Paris I fuck bitches that don’t mind sharin’ [Chorus: Future] I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo [Verse 2: Wale] They say Wale dope They gon’ say what they say, never to my face, no And I’m runnin’ out of space to put all of my favorite clothes Took a nigga’s favorite shoes – took a nigga’s favorite store I call the folk that made ‘em, foreign These ladies trippin’ … ‘Cause I buck a lot but I don’t be datin’ none of ‘em And I roll with niggas, go-to niggas, know they ain’t as friendly And all my pieces wide receivers they all eighty somethin’ Wale, though… And I make your ladies do my say-so I’m just a nigga on the grind tryna make moves Shine like a G, though Rhyme bully, my mob goodie, shout-out to Cee-Lo [Chorus: Future] I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo I’ll put your wifey in a trio And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego And they done got me back in beast mode I got some shooters and they ain’t single I’m out the country in my T-coat And these bitches don’t speak no Englo All they wanna know is the lingo [Verse 3: Ludacris] Okay, my name is Ludacris and beast mode is what I’m known for I’m what they need to get Barack Obama on the phone for Illegal alien – workin’ like a Mexican Bought a Bugatti and joined forces with the Decepticons Got so many styles that I don’t even know what I’mma do But I be killin’ every verse Make it worth your while, Cadillac style But I’ll put your favorite rapper in a hearse Throw him in the grave and write “pussy” on his tombstone Kidnap his family, make ‘em listen to this new song DJ Screamin’- partners triple-beamin’ Eight-figure nigga, bitches fightin’ for my semen Sparta, 300, Leonidas to you fuck boys Shootin’ three dice with three dykes – what’s good, boys?